After we were both finished cumming, we continued to play with each other's dicks for a little blowjob while, with each of us taking turns, as we were finger-rubbing some of our own freshly-ejaculated sperm all over the other person's dick-head. And while we were busy doing that, we talked to each other about what we had just done together, and about how exciting it was for us to jack off each other's amateur dicks, instead of our own. Then we both went into the bathroom together, and took turns using a warm wet washcloth to gently wipe off and clean up our sticky genitals. We then rinsed out the same wet washcloth and took it back into the bedroom with us, so that we could use it to wipe up as much sperm as we could asian off of the carpet in my bedroom. Needless to say, my mother definitely would not have been pleased, if she would have come home from work to find dried-up sperm puddles and streaks all over the carpet, by the side of my bed. As Chris and I were both getting dressed, he told me that he wanted to have sex with me again the very next afternoon at my house, if that was okay with me. And of course, I told him that it was "okay with me"--which was a huge understatement on my part. What I was really hoping at that very moment, was that Chris would change his mind about leaving. I wanted him to pull his pants back down, and have sex with me again, right there on the spot--because, believe it or not, I could feel my dick already starting to "grow" inside my pants again. And we were still in my bedroom, with the bedroom door closed and locked. But instead, Chris opened the bedroom door, and I followed him into the living room, and we simply said our goodbyes to one another. But right before Chris stepped out of the front door of my house to walk back home to his, he assured me that he was fine with us just jacking each other off for now, until I finally became more comfortable with the whole situation, and let him know that I Hardcore was ready to start trying other things. And with that, he left my house. Meanwhile, I was still feeling so horny and mentally excited from what had just taken place cumshot between Chris and me, that I went straight back to my bedroom, closed and locked my bedroom door behind me, retrieved my hidden stash of "visual masturbation aids"--which at this point in my life, took the form of mostly Hustler and Penthouse men's magazines--and I stared at the photos of the naked, spread-legged women's pussies, while I got naked from the waist down myself, and then jacked off my already fully-erect dick. But unfortunately, due to my exceptionally high level of mental sexual excitement, that post-Chris's-departure-from-my-house jack-off session still didn't "do the trick" for me. I just kept on getting spontaneous boners throughout the rest of the afternoon. And I also couldn't help but think about what Chris had meant when he had told that we would eventually be "trying other things" together. After I finished eating supper with Mom that evening, I excused myself from the dinner table, being very careful to hide the very-noticeable bulge at the front of my pants from my mother. And I ended up having to make a beeline for the bathroom, so that I could jack myself off once again--if for no other reason, than to try to get rid of the "boner from hell" that just didn't seem to want to go away, on its own. And while I was standing up in front of the bathroom sink, and staring at the blood-engorged head of my own dick in the bathroom mirror, as I was stroking away at it like a madman, all I could think about was Chris's super-sexy-looking, drastically-flared-out dick-head; and those gigantic balls of his; and especially his awesome "volcanic" sperm-release. And while I was orgasming and squirting my sperm all over the sink, I was vividly imagining that I was rubbing my dick-head up against Chris's, and then ejaculating my sperm all over the head of his dick. It wasn't until immediately afterwards that I realized that I had just hit a "masturbation milestone." This was the very first time in my life when I had not experienced a single thought about girls or women--or about their nipples, or about their pussies--the whole time that I was jacking myself off. Instead, all I had ended up thinking about was my best friend's dick. It didn't matter that I wasn't gay, or that I wasn't actually in love with Chris. All that really mattered was that I was "in love with" his penis. And I quickly decided that I could live with that--just as long as Chris was "in love with" my penis, too (and not in love with me ). And judging from my first two sexual encounters with him, I was fairly certain that this was the case. The bad news was that after I had finished jacking myself off and I had left the bathroom, the head of my dick was rubbed raw, and feeling very sore to the touch. But the good news was that I finally felt sexually satiated, which meant no more spontaneous boners. And that was a very good thing, because I was finally able to stop thinking about sex--at least, long enough so that I could concentrate on getting my school homework done. And of course, that very next morning, despite my still-sore dick-head, I found myself looking forward to Round 3 with my special horny friend. MILESTONE 3 Surprised by a Horny Friend Julie’s jaw dropped, then turned into a mischievous smile. Her last words kept rolling around in my head, "and extra guy or two", or two, or two. "The safe word is four hard knocks on the wall," it informed her. “Ooh, yes, that's it, you little Japanese whore,” she hissed. One, a pudgy guy with lank, brown hair, pointed at blowjob Justin and bellowed, “That's him, sir!” I saw Daisy’s face cringe a little as the doctor produced a hypodermic needle cumshot and she closed her amateur eyes as he injected the anaesthetic into her clit. And now you’re trying to stop me?” Welcome!” she said in an accent I couldn’t quite place. After Hardcore a few months together, the real estate asian development corporation in which Darlene had invested fifteen years of her life went belly-up, and then her last two paychecks bounced. "Hush woman," Sarah laughed, "not like you were shy in coming forward, I seem to recall, but we don't need to talk about it." My C-cup titties bounced out with this wonderful sway to them. I got a couple of shots from different angles.